| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 73% | Her Shoulders | ▶️ |
| 73% | Number seven. In the morning, the computer screen is all clogged up. Number six. He's gotten amazingly good at typing with one hand. Number six. Five. Number five. Number five. She makes her cast your remarks about your software. Number four. Lipstick on the mouse. Number three. During sexy screams, A colon. | ▶️ |
| 80% | She's on a man bus, and she's a man-eaten. A mob war rages in this deadly jungle of karate kung fu combat. Only one man is good enough to fight with her. Together they go on a rampage, tearing flesh, breaking bones. Gang busting to a total climax of destruction. | ▶️ |
| 75% | My life fades. Her vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams. This wasted land. But most of all, I remember the Road Warrior. The man we call Max. | ▶️ |
| 73% | She gang encouraged her mother girl | ▶️ |
| 82% | So to those DJ's that think you're the greatest Just stop looking, listen cause you're having Her's a lanky, her's a lanky, her's a lanky, her's a lanky | ▶️ |
| 75% | You hit her, and head! | ▶️ |
| 76% | ar how her | ▶️ |
| 81% | I look upon her Alone | ▶️ |
| 74% | Can't let her go | ▶️ |
